Porcelain

This is a passion piece about a contortionist. In beauty, in sadness...

I've been living in this carnival 

As a contortionist I bent in so many ways.

In the circle of fire I lived my life,

On the edge of a silver knife, 

And the only thing that I kept close 

Was my own feet. 

Captivating people was my choice

As time kept its tight grip. 

I was only as good as my imagination

I could only twist with the dark, 

I only slept when nobody was watching

As I grew older I feel apart.

Inprisoning myself with my limitations.

I kept quite to myself,

Staying in my pocket mirror.

But I cracked like porcelain.

My bones were glass, 

And my skin was melting. 

Still I bent in ways I can't speak of. 

Just in many shards. 

Author's Note

Free Verse. Ignore grammar problems! What do you think about this piece? Its from my poetry book Serotonin and originally from my other booklet The Beckoning (The Cut)

Reviews

[AlieahRose]

OH...
THIS IS BEAUTIFUL...
FREE VERSE IS...
ALWAYS SO MUCH...
MORE REAL AND...
EASIER TO UNDERSTAND...
GREAT JOB COLE...

[Holly]

Awesome! i find this peice quit touching!! i like it

[CaSi]

I like this its deep and totally feel it like the life of a carney haha but ya nice piece

[....]

deep ~ powerful, i enjoied reading this

[Celestial Witch Child]

I love it- how you seem to be caught between expectation and reality- practicality and pretention. Great piece.